Bruce Wayne (Batman)

— Will you be wanting the Batpod?
— In the middle of the day? Not very subtle.
— The Lamborghini, then. Much more subtle.

— I suppose they're gonna lock me up as well... as your accomplice.
— Accomplice? I'm gonna tell them the whole thing was your idea.

— He must have friends.
— Friends? Have you met this guy?

— Today you get to say "I told you so."
— Today, I don't want to. But I did bloody tell you.

— Whenever you stitch yourself up, you do make a bloody mess.
— Yeah. It makes me learn from my mistakes.
— You ought to be pretty knowledgeable by now, then.

Because sometimes the truth isn't good enough. Sometimes people deserve more. Sometimes people deserve to have their faith rewarded.

— A long time ago, I was in Burma... and my friends and I were working for the local government. They were trying to buy the loyalty of tribal leaders... by bribing them with precious stones... but their caravans were being raided in a forest north of Rangoon by a bandit. So we went looking for the stones. But in six months, we never met anyone who traded with him. One day, I saw a child playing with a ruby... the size of a tangerine. The bandit had been throwing them away.
— So why steal them?
— Because he thought it was good sport. Because some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned or negotiated with. Some men just wanna watch the world burn.

Hero can be anyone. Even a man doing something as simple and reassuring as putting a coat around a young boy's shoulders to let him the world hadn't ended.

You'll hunt me. You'll condemn me. Set the dogs on me.

Vengeance isn't power. Anyone can take a life. But to give life, that's true power.

— Well, I must say, compared to your usual requests... jumping out of an airplane is pretty straightforward.
— What about getting back into the plane?
— I'd recommend a good travel agent.

— You're getting slow in your old age, Alfred.
— It comes to us all, Master Wayne. Even you've got too old to die young, though not for lack of trying.

— You do not fear death. You think this makes you strong. It makes you weak.
— Why?
— How can you move faster than possible... fight longer than possible... without the most powerful impulse of the spirit? The fear of death.

— Why bats, Master Wayne?
— Bats frighten me. It's time my enemies shared my dread.

— The joker chose me!
— Because you were the best of us. He wanted to prove that even someone as good as you could fall.
— And he was right.

— The bandit, in the forest in Burma, did you catch him?
— Yes.
— How?
— We burned the forest down.